This is a song about "Foreign whips"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

All these rappers talking 'bout their diamonds and their whips,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Gotta bad foreign bitch stupid thick gotta in the game now she runnin shit

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

Basketball is my favorite sport

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Driving my car to a foreign place

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs